And sure enough, Ana begins: "People don't like me." I'm sure that's not true; I think some of the people she's left alive are starting to come around. "I tried to get them to most of my life. I guess I just gave up a while back. I mean, I am what I am." Popeye? Anyway, the point of her spiel is that Sayid actually has a good reason to hate her. Sayid stares at her impassively. And then she apologizes. Heartfelt. I don't think Michelle Rodriguez is a bad actor at all. I'm not saying I'm bumming a ride after the party, but I think she's pretty good.

Sayid looks at the campfire a moment. "You were trying to protect your people," he says quietly. "It wasn't you that killed Shannon; it was them." Hey, Sayid, I've got it on tape. We can check if you like; I'm pretty sure it was Ana. But he's not finished: "And once we find out that he is one of them, then something will have to be done."

It's morning. Ana-Lucia's sleeping by the smouldering ashes of the campfire. Sayid's sitting watching her as she wakes up. "What?" she says. "Nothing," he says. Oh great, now he loves her. Ana notes that it's going to rain, and Sayid says they should get moving, and they do, just in time for a cheery Charlie to come strolling back with some papayas. He's all crestfallen that they're not eating, but I have to admit that I actually haven't felt like telling him to shut up once this episode. Either he hasn't been annoying, or I'm just all out of shut up for now.

So they come into the clearing where the balloon is supposed to be, only they can't see anything. It's now pouring rain. Charlie sarcastically points out the balloon would be really large. "Why am I not surprised?" asks Sayid. Because you've been a humourless stick in the mud just because your girlfriend was shot to death? Try seeing the glass half-full once in a while, Sayid. You'll live longer. Ana says she wants to look some more, because if she's going to "back [Sayid's] play on this," they have to be sure. Sayid considers this, then says he'll divide the area into three grids. Three? Wouldn't one do the trick? "We'll search as thoroughly as you please," he says, and they spread out, which is I guess what Sayid meant when he got all overly complicated with his "three grids" nonsense.

On the beach, Jin's fishing. So's Bernard, albeit with a lot more difficulty. He's struggling with the net and muttering angrily. Jin strolls over, and speaks to him in Korean, motioning with his hands, like he's telling Bernard to spread the net out. Bernard tries telling him that the net's not for fish, that he's looking for oysters. He puts his palms together and opens them up, and mimes pulling an oyster out. "Pearl, for Rose," he says. Jin gets it, and then shakes his head, and says, in his best English, "No oyster. No oyster here." Bernard reacts to this as though the fact that oysters don't make their home off Craphole Beach has been designed by nature deliberately to piss him off.